She drew her comb across her scalp
And brushed what she had left
I tried to salvage what I could
And threw it in a sack
She made a be -line to her room
And grabbed all kind o' juice
She started pourin' it on her head
And thought it'd grow it back
Ah ha haaaaaa

You're too late mama
Ain't nothin' upside your head
No more no more no more no more

Upside your head
Too late mama
Ain't nothin' upside your head
No more no more no more no more

Upside
Upside your head
You're too late mama
Ain't nothin' upside your head
No more no more no more no more
(What about it, dude?)